THE STORY IS FICTIONken looked at his granddaughter Amy and told her to go and get Simon for his tea, Amy begrudgingly went upstairs she put the landi...ng light on but the bulb had still not been changed and the landing remained in darkness, Amy approached Simon’s room and stopped when she saw the door was ajar and Simon was standing naked his back to the door, Amy smiled as she admired Simon’s naked bum, to her joy Simon turned giving her a good view of his 6 inch fat hairy dick,, Amy moved. In five minutes, Matt had utterly destroyed that myth. I loved cunnilingus and decided on the spot that I simply could not live longer without it.Matt nuzzled my moistening folds, seeming to revel in my scent, tasting me with a long, flat tongue. He must have found the flavor gratifying because he wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me closer to his face until his mouth was buried deep in my folds, soaked in my wetness. His tongue danced and twirled like a dervish in a wicked waltz that. Durga enai poramaiyaaga paarthukondu irunthaal, naan ena seivathu avale vanthu pesinaal. Naan manaivi idam pesiyathu avaluku en meethu athiga eerpai vara vaithathu, pothuvaaga ilam pengaluku poramai athiagamaaga varum. Durgavum en udan veru oru pen pesiyathai paarthu athigamaaga poramai kondal.Avalai naan paarkum pozhuthu mugam muzhuvathum kovamaaga irunthathu, mani iravu 12 aanathu toilet pine irunthathu. Pine parkum pozhuthu anaivarum urangikondu irunthaargal, naan ezhuthu durga arugil. If you’re OK with it, I’ll wait.”“That’s fine,” I replied.We arrived at the hotel, Harmony handed her keys to the valet, and we went inside and up to my room. I turned on the shelf-unit stereo and tuned to a ‘classic rock’ station, then went into the bedroom, shut the door, and turned on the clock-radio and tuned to the same station. I pulled out my phone and dialed my sister’s cell phone. I was sure it was safe to make the call, because it had been well over two years since I’d had any.